Jesus

A short time ago I came across this account of the life and ministry of Jesus. The author is unknown but I felt this was a truly accurate picture of Jesus. I would like to include it in this day’s devotion.
Jesus was the poorest man who ever walked the dirt roads of this life. Born in poverty and reared in obscurity, yet He lived to enrich mankind. A stable was Hs birthplace, a manger His cradle. For twenty years He worked as a carpenter in a poverty-stricken and despised village, which bore the scorn of man as they asked, “Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?”
He began His ministry at the Jordan River, with no organization to support Him, no patrons to enrich Him. He publicly began a life of poverty that ended in a borrowed tomb. He preached without price, and wrought miracles without money. As far as we know, He never possessed the value of one dollar. How pathetic His words, “The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have their nest, but the Son of Man hath not where to lay His head.”
He was an itinerant preacher whose parish was the world. When invited, He entered men’s homes for dinner. When unasked, He never went hungry. He sought breakfast from the leafing fig tree, but found none. He ate grain from His hands as He walked through the fields of corn, His support came from the gifts of a few women, and His treasurer stole part of the pittance put therein. He walked over the hills of Judea and by the waters of Galilee enriching men, Himself the poorest of all. He slept often under the open sky, in the wilderness without food, by Jacob’s well without water, in the crowded city without a home. Thus He lived and loved, toiled and died. His value was thirty pieces of silver when sold—the price of a slave, the poorest estimate of human life.
So poor was He that He must carry His own cross through the city until, fainting, He fell. He was nailed to that cross between two thieves, stripped of His robe, the gift of His love, for which inhuman soldiers gambled as He died. With no estate with which to endow His weeping mother, He bequeathed her to the love of the beloved John. Then He gave His peace to the disciples, His pardon to the thief, His life for the world, His body to the cross, and His Spirit to God. His burial clothes were the gift of a friend; He was laid at last in a borrowed grave.
Truly, Jesus Christ was the poorest man that ever lived and walked the dirt roads of earth. Though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that we, through His poverty might become rich.